#sisters

When I go home, I play with my baby dolls and strollers and diaper bags, and play with my sisters. ↗

— Dakota Fanning

#bags #diaper #dolls #go #go home

I had two sisters, and we would love to get dressed up and pretend that we were chic, sophisticated ladies. And I think that was a great sort of preparation, in a way. ↗

— Suzanne Farrell

#dressed #get #great #had #i

My look was even more solidified when I started singing in Greenwich Village with my sister Lucy. We wore matching dresses as the Simon Sisters. ↗

— Carly Simon

#even #greenwich #greenwich village #i #look

I'm the oldest and I've got two sisters. ↗

— Lisa Snowdon

#i #oldest #sisters #two

My sisters were going out with artists and poets, and eventually it was the creative world which attracted me. ↗

— Luc Ferrari

#attracted #creative #eventually #going #me

The child gets two confusing messages when a parent tells him which is the right fork to use, and then proceeds to use the wrong one. So does the child who listens to parents bicker and fuss, yet is told to be nice to his brothers and sisters. ↗

— Rachel Blanchard

#brothers #child #confusing #does #fork

My grandfather was in a barbershop quartet and my grandmother was in a gospel quartet with her sisters. ↗

— Kevin Richardson

#grandfather #grandmother #her #quartet #sisters

We were never organized readers who would see a book through to its end in any sory of logical order. We weave in and out of words like tourists on a hop-on, hop-off bus tour. Put a book down in the kitchen to go to the bathroom and you might return to find it gone, replaced by another of equal interest. We are indiscriminate. ↗

— Eleanor Brown

#readers #reading #sisters #equality

I wanted only a familiar voice, someone who knew me. Not some earlier, larval version of myself. . . ↗

— Jennifer Haigh

#companionship #family #growing-up #secrets #sisters

There once was a girl who found herself dead. She peered over the ledge of heaven and saw that back on earth her sister missed her too much, was way too sad, so she crossed some paths that would not have crossed, took some moments in her hand shook them up and spilled them like dice over the living world. It worked. The boy with the guitar collided with her sister. "There you go, Len," she whispered. "The rest is up to you. ↗

— Jandy Nelson

#grief #heaven #sisters #death